Posts Tagged "poetry"

The Moose

For Grace Bulmer Bowers From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea twice a day and takes the herrings long rides, where if the river enters or retreats in a wall of brown foam depends on if it meets the bay coming in, the bay not at home; where, silted red, sometimes the sun sets facing a red sea, and others, veins the flats’ lavender, rich mud in burning rivulets; on red,...

When The Men Go Off To War

What happens when they leave is that the houses fold up like paper dolls, the children roll up their socks and sweaters and tuck the dogs into little black suitcases. Across the street the trees are unrooting, the mailboxes rising up like dandelion stems, and eventually we too float off, the houses tucked neatly inside our purses, and the children tumbling gleefully after us, and beneath us the base has disappeared, the rows of pink...

Pied Beauty by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Glory be to God for dappled things — For skies of couple-color as a brindled cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings; Landscapes plotted and pieced-fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He...

thanksgiving, God, and love by e. e. cummings

i thank You God for most this amazing day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes (i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth day of life and love and wings: and of the gay great happening illimitably earth) how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any-lifted from the no of...

Why Peace Is Always A Good Idea (Alice Walker)

Why Peace Is Always A Good Idea For Jacqui Hairston, with love Because you could plant peach trees And because of peace You could eat them in five or six Years Peaches not trees And your children Could eat them After you are gone! And because you could not see A friend for a long, long time But Because there is peace You would not lose them forever But see them next time they come To town! You could go ice skating Or roller skating...